Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman’s destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.
HONORE DE BALZACLove is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.
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Poverty is a divine stepmother who does for youths what their own mothers were unable to do. It introduces them to frugality, to the world and to life.
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The greater a man’s talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy.
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Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.
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A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.
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Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman.
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Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.
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The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
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A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.
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Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.
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Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.
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Old men are prone to invest the futures of young men with their own past sorrows.
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The duration of passion is proportionate with the original resistance of the woman.
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The man who enters his wife’s dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.
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A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
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No woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.
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